See that silver, sleek, streak whizzing by – that’s ME – an offspring of the Little Engine that Could. We snicker at the “Greatest Generation” trains down at Central Station.
That Little Engine huffed and puffed to pull two cars and a caboose on flat lands.
Look at us now! The Z-Gen-ers, pulling forty-five cars! Our clientele sit in comfort, sip, dip, and even tip.
But the Old Engines say we wouldn’t even be, if not for them. They say stay on track, straight and narrow.
Why? ,,,,,,,,,,,, I think I’ll try a Wheelie………..
NEWSFLASH: Ninety killed by The Big Engine That Couldn’t!
Image: Thanks to PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller
Challenge 100-word story, by Rochelle at https://rochellewisoff.com/
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.”
(Picture 1- Imogene with Vicky: Picture 2: Imogene with her husband, Herman)
How can God call death “precious?” How can we say, “Amen” or “Even so, Lord God?”
This pictures show what can happen when Alzhmeizer’s hits, even after only a few short years, maybe two or three. Imogene Cupps, the mother of my precious daughter-in-law, remained fairly contented, happy to see family, and sweet in spite of confusion.
For some time she has held a baby doll, loving and caring for it. It had been placed in the casket with Imogene. Before the last closing of the casket, I saw the mortician take the doll out and give it to Vicky. Vicky told me she had intended for it to stay with her mother, but she realized her mother was not there and she did not want the doll buried alone. That is the confidence that God gives those who believe in the resurrection of Jesus Christ. No longer in the grave! But a strong and healthy spirit (body) gone to be alive in Jesus!
So that is why we can be thankful in spite of death – even thankful for death. Because death is not only the end; it is the Beginning of Forever. We cry tears of grief, sorrow, loneliness, but “not grieving as those with no hope” (Paul, I Thes. 4:13).
WE’LL SEE YOU LATER, IMOGENE CUPPS.
The winner might be loser,
when marriage is ruined.
Haiku using “win/lose” Challenge by Ronovan.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
About a mile upstream, there was a fish’s school
A thousand little fishes learned a brand new rule.
Always stay together and help each other out
And never ever swim in danger under a water spout.
One day they went on a field trip, to see the waterfall
Protecting one another – being sturdy as a wall.
They stayed closely to each other behind a great big rock.
Except for little Finney.
Advice? He would not take any.
He swam right to that danger zone.
Hit by a splash, upon the bank he was thrown
And there he died all alone.
Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle
Picture prompt – 100 word story.
I’m at home, all alone
Enjoying the moment – just my own.
Listening to the lack of sounds
—-Oh, no, listen again
Hear the susurrous sounds?
The pleasant sound in memory
Of children playing
Of husband saying
He will be gone a while.
So I can still smile
At the promise of a remedy.
I do like moments all alone
But only if it’s known
That the family will all be coming home.
MW word of the day – susurrous, definition full of whispering sounds